Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 42889 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 214(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42889 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 214(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
“That’s right, baby,” Carson says through gritted teeth, pleasure radiating from his body. “Let me in.” He slows, and then, licking his lips, begins to slowly withdraw, onto the thrust back into me. The motion makes me feel reckless and crazy and desperate for more, and I can’t stop the cries coming from my lips. He thrusts into me again, fucking me bit faster each time.
I’m being fucked.
Fucked for the first time, and God is it amazing.
I reach down, wanting to feel where he’s entering me. His cock slides smoothly against my hand, into my pussy, and I’m shocked to discover how much of him is left. I’m already so full of him, my pussy is already straining against his hardness.
“I told you I’d fill you up quickly,” Carson growls to me, watching the way my breasts bounce with each stroke. He then sits back on his knees, pulling my hips with him, so that he towers over me and my body is tilted back, balanced on his legs. He begins to work me at a faster, shallow clip, and it makes my heart race. I moan— I’m going to come, I realize, though this is like no orgasm I’ve ever felt before. It’s starting not at my clit, not with a shatter of nerves, but from my core— from deep inside me. Each time the head of Carson’s cock enters me, I get closer. I begin to pant—
“Let’s try something,” Carson mutters, almost more to himself than me. I’m useless to respond anyway, wobbly from need and arousal. Carson, cock still in me, leans down and pulls my upper body up against him, then spins us both around so his feet are firmly planted on the floor. I’m sitting on his cock now, though he’s holding most of my weight to keep it from plunging too deep inside of me. I fling my arms around his neck, and Carson begins to lightly bounce me on his cock, one arm wrapped around my back to steady me and the other tucked neatly under my ass to balance me on him.
“Oh my god,” I moan into his ear. “Carson, please—“
“Please what, Astrid?” he growls back. “Tell me what you want.”
“I—“ I don’t even know. I don’t know what I want, I just know I want him, more of him, in me, on me, having me. I cry out and then drop my weight as best I can, taking more of him than I have before. It hurts, but in a wonderful, daring way. Carson groans in my ear and clutches my ass tightly, and I feel drunk with power at his reaction— knowing that he’s feeling as heady and happy as I am. I raise up a bit so our faces are level, and kiss him deeply, then ease back down onto his cock. His eyes stay on mine, like he’s watching something magnificent.
This position, however, is too much for me; I’m going to come, and there’s no holding back. My eyebrows knit together, and my ability to speak in actual words vanishes. Instead, I gaze at Carson as I rise and fall on his massive cock, hoping my eyes say what I can’t: Come with me.
His lips curl, almost a snarl, and then he begins to move faster, leaning over me slightly but supporting me enough to keep me from falling to the floor. I arch my back, and my nipples are brought to Carson’s mouth in the process. He licks me, sucks on my breasts as he fucks me, and the heat rising in my core swells. Carson groans as my pussy clenches him, and I feel him throbbing inside of me.
The feeling of his cock, desperate to come, is what tips me over. The feeling in my core releases, and I moan loud, practically a scream of pleasure, as the orgasm ripples through my body like a shockwave. Carson thrusts farther into me, and then groans, clutching me tightly to his body and coming deep in my pussy.
When he pulls me back up, I feel like a rag doll. Carson is panting, his face red, and I know I must be a disaster of melted makeup and tangled hair. He doesn’t care, though; he kisses me, then eases onto his back, bringing me with him. Once there, he guides my legs up, and slides out of my pussy, leaving me feeling empty but more than satisfied. I crash down next to him, shaky and hot.
“Good?” he asks breathlessly.
“Amazing,” I answer curling up against him. “I didn’t know…I didn’t know it would be like that. That it would feel like that. That I would want more of you, even when I couldn’t take it.”
Carson kisses my forehead. “Don’t worry— we’ll build up to it. We’ll build up to a lot of things, Astrid, because believe me: this isn’t the last time I’m going to fuck you.”